Police

[Intro: YG]

Damn Bitch

Fuck off, always on my head bout some bullshit

So what man, you nothing to me

[Verse 1: YG]

Yeah that's my other bitch, she be trippin when I say I'm with another bitch

Sold her a dream that won't come true but she hope it is

We blowin blunts like candles, when you make a wish

Going back and forth, arguing about whos mistake it is

You know I ain't the type of nigga for relationships

All these problems like a vacation, I'm getting away from them

Like save the problems for your mama, I ain't buying em

Like girl you the only one I'm wit, she know I'm lying

Talking bout bitches I fucked the first night I met em

Like if you ain't gon do nothing about it, bitch shut up

She tired of my shit, she can't do it, she fed up

And if she lookin for tha dough, I'd be glad to help her’

And she know about my other bitch

If I ain't fucking her, she know who I'm fucking wit

And I'm caught up in the mix

Cuz I'm in love with this girl but I love the other bitch

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

I think she knows about, my other bitch

She's always searching my shit like the police, searching through my shit like the police

[Verse 2: YG]

And my girlfriend came home, warning

She be searching through my shit like she had a warrant

Tryna find out who my who other bitch

Lying to her saying she a good friend, yeah right bitch

And if you ridin wit me, nigga hop in

My other bitch got me feeling like I'm flyer than a rocket

All that bullshit you talking bout you need to stop it

And not appeal but I'm tryna pop, lock and drop it

And we can keep it low nobody gotta know

But sometimes having two bitches the way to go

And if I can't trust some of the homies, I can't trust a ho

Cuz all she wanna do is argue, I said fashoo

And she searching through my shit like she the police

I know we've been talking for a minute but you don't know me

And I think she know about my other bitch

But she can't do nothing about it but just live with it

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

I think she knows about, my other bitch

She's always searching my shit like the police, searching through my shit like the police

[Verse 3: YG]

I'm telling her how it is, she say stop playing stupid

I'm in the streets, on the grind tryna do me

She asking me questions, where you at? who are you with?

Jumping to conclusions that I'm fucking with a new bitch

So, I bought her flowers on the weekend

Hope she forgives me for cheatin

But if she don't I'mma be cool, cuz I'mma go back to girlfriend number two

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]

I think she knows about, my other bitch

She's always searching my shit like the police, searching through my shit like the police